| Song | Oddfellows |
| Artist | Tomahawk |
| Album | oddfellows |
| It's my blood's golden dawnold shriners burnin' strong | |
| They call us oddfellows | |
| We're dancing on the gallowswe'll just use tomorrow | |
| From the hills, | |
| Here they come | |
| Cold, magic | |
| Please behold | |
| We only know the odd way | |
| We believe themwe forgive them |